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Verse 1
POTTER:
If you're looking for a playmate,
There's a chap whose praises I'd sing.
You will find that he's a gay mate,
If you care for that sort of thing.
You'll be feeling dizzy when you've kissed him,
And you'll murmur, "Oh, is this a system!"
Refrain 1
Who is the guy -
Oh me, oh my -
Thinks you're peaches and pie...
Don't ask!
Who is the chap?
Who is the sap?
Love all over his map?
Don't ask!
Moon and stars, stars and moon, heaven above -
Lady, lady, someone's in love. Oh!
Who is the sheik
Who'd make you weak
With his parlor technique?
Don't ask!
Verse 2
PHIL:
Are you sure he won't mislead us?
POTTER:
Maybe it'll pay to take a chance.
DOLLY:
Is satisfaction guaranteed us?
POTTER:
You can count on that in advance.
He's the sort of chap to set your cap for.
He's the kind of bird the flappers flap for.
Refrain 2
Who is the miss
Who'd like a kiss?
GIRLS:
If you have to know this,
Don't ask!
POTTER:
Is there a Jill
Who'd like a thrill?
GIRLS:
Be yourself? Don't be sil'!
Don't ask!
But, oh my, she is shy, what'll she do?
Laddie, laddie, it's up to you.
POTTER:
Say, no use to sigh;
Come on and try.
GIRLS:
But will he satisfy?
ALL:
Don't ask!
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